The Flight I Wanted to Forget
It happened on my last business trip — one of those endless flights where time loses meaning, and exhaustion feels like a second skin. I’d been traveling for twelve hours straight, running on instant coffee and willpower, and all I wanted was peace — six hours of silence between clouds.
When I finally boarded, the world outside the airplane window was already dipped in dusk. I found my seat, buckled in, closed my eyes, and exhaled. For the first time in days, I thought: Maybe I’ll finally rest.
